#caring!namjoon

And I saw another clip backstage with Jimin saying that when he looked back and saw Jungkook he thought he was throwing up—so I decided to make it come true and write it as a fic :D

Sick on Stage ~ (sick JK)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretakers: BTS, mainly Jimin

Word count: 1133

Tw: mentions of nausea, vom*****, public illness (kind of), swearing (minor)

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A/n: I’m back!! and I have come with another super collab with @moonjoonlanding who’s honestly the bestest! Please go show some love to them too!

A while back anon and I had a discussion about pregnant Yoongi and bath bombs, since it was requested for Namgi here it now is! Sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy this :)

TW: Emeto, Mpreg

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Yoongi huffs and rubs his belly, bracing himself against the washing machine. He’s been working on dealing with the pile of laundry that’s been steadily accumulating throughout the week. It’s isn’t particularly hard work, but his back is sore and his feet are achy and his knees protest every time he crouches down to shove another load into the machine.

So it takes a while, but he’s finally finished. The last load has been moved over to the dryer and he even hung up all the sweaters so the zippers won’t get all misshapen even though it would be much easier to just toss them in with everything else.

He groans as he pushes himself upright, waddling down the hall, out into the living room. He stops and stares unblinkingly at the clean clothes strewn over the couch and coffee table, then turns, veering into the bathroom. Namjoon can put it away when he gets home from work, he thinks bitterly. Right now he’s too tired.

The door swings shut behind him and he slumps against it, closing his eyes and reaching up to rub at his temples. When he opens them again, the first thing he sees is the basket of bath products on the counter. He rolls his shoulders and pushes off the door, making his way over to look.

There’s a floral bath bomb on top that he scowls at and sets aside, it’s scent far too reminiscent of their laundry detergent. He sorts through the rest and picks out a grapefruit and vanilla-scented one. The smell makes him feel bright and clear, giving him a tiny burst of motivation. It won’t hurt if he takes a few minutes to relax and recharge before he tackles all the sorting and folding, he decides, marching over to the tub and turning on the faucet.

He strips out of his clothes while he waits for the tub to fill and smooths a hand over the underside of his tummy where he can feel the baby shifting. Namjoon keeps telling him that he’s glowing, but he’s pretty sure it’s just sweat and he’s so ready for this pregnancy to be over.

Yoongi climbs into the tub and slips down into the warm water, letting out a soft sigh of relief. He can already feel the tightness in his back loosening and he looks down to watch the explosion of colours as the bath bomb fizzes softly, spinning and bobbing near the surface.

The bathroom starts to fill with sweet vanilla and citrus-scented steam and he sinks lower into the water. He leans his head back to rest against the rim of the tub and lets his eyes fall shut.

For a while, the experience really is relaxing, but as time passes, he becomes more and more aware of the smell of grapefruit lingering in the air. Something about it is starting to turn his stomach and he grimaces, sitting up a little.

He blows out a breath, rubbing at his bulging sides and is suddenly overwhelmed by a flash of heat. His stomach rolls and he shoots upright, water sloshing around him. He holds himself stiffly, gently patting his chest while he waits for the feeling to pass.

Right when he thinks he’s in the clear another hot flush washes over him. His skin prickles uncomfortably and sweat beads on his forehead. Yoongi gulps and sucks in a breath which turns out to be a mistake.

His tummy flips, churning horribly and he doesn’t get the chance to move before a gush of puke spurts from his lips. It splashes over his chest and stomach and spills over into the bath, mixing with the soft pink water, turning everything it touches murky brown.

He gasps and his stomach clenches painfully, but he manages to swallow down the next mouthful of sick. His stomach continues to turn uneasily, but he takes a couple slow breaths and it settles enough for him to register more than just how awful he suddenly feels.

Yoongi glances down at himself, taking in the mess and his throat tightens. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push past the tired fog encroaching on his mind and takes another breath.

He grimaces as he reaches down to pull the plug. The tub starts to drain and he carefully drags himself to his feet, stepping out onto the mat. There’s still vomit on his skin and he shuffles over to flick on the fan before stepping into the shower to rinse off.

When he’s finished, he shuts off the water and gets out, turning to reach for a towel that — isn’t there.

”Fuck’s sake,” he huffs, drawing in a sharp breath and letting it out in an incredulous laugh that splinters and dissolves into gasping sobs.

Dripping wet, he maneuvers himself to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet. He rests his head in his hands and gives in to his exhaustion, chest hitching with emotion.

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Namjoon lets out a bored whistle as he enters his shared apartment with his husband Yoongi, quietly shutting the door behind himself as he struts in, looking for him.

“Babe, I’m home,” he says nonchalantly, putting the polybag (full of Yoongi’s latest cravings so he won’t have to make a mad dash at 4 am) on the counter with his keys chiming beside them.

Turning around with a tired sigh he notices the clothes that are sprawled all over the living room and cocks his head, Yoongi better not have done this on his own; he thinks.

He shakes his head dimly and takes his blazer off, tossing it to someplace else as he begins to tug the dry clothing back into the basket. He props it by his hips and strolls to the bathroom, pushing the door open.

“Woah, baby,” he exclaims when he finally sees the state of his husband, Yoongi is shivering, sleek silver hair dripping down onto their fluffy mat. Namjoon scrunches his nose at how he’s uncomfortably hunched over, looking awful for his liking and decides to approach him carefully with a soft hair stroke,

“Yoonie?”

Yoongi makes a grumpy noise deep in his throat and leans away from the touch. He scrubs at his damp face and sits up, glaring at Namjoon with watery eyes, ”Go away,” he demands, ”I’m not… This isn’t–” he gasps, face scrunching as he chokes on another sob, ”It’s your fault,” he accuses, shoving weakly at Namjoon’s hip.

”I just wanted to take a bath. I can’t even take a bath,” he cries, dropping his head back into his hands and trying to get control of his breathing.

“Oh baby...” Namjoon coos, kneeling in front of the pale man and sneaking in for a hug against his partner’s pregnant belly. He sighs when he feels Yoongi’s chin rest against his shoulder and begins rubbing his back to soothe him. “Just ask me, love, I’ll help you with all the baths you want, just please, don’t work yourself up over it kitten,” he murmurs, scratching at his scalp with soft fingers.

Yoongi lets out a shaky sigh, ”The bath isn’t the problem,” he says, ”It’s, everything hurts, Joon. My back, my stomach, my knees, my chest,” he sniffles miserably, ”My feet are fuckin’ disgusting—they’re so swollen. I just wanted to relax, but then the stupid bath bomb made me throw up.”

Namjoon hums after each complaint, reaching over to tighten the faucet so the remaining droplets of water wouldn’t drip eerily into the tub and disrupt their much needed conversation, he pulls back to kiss his forehead and then hug him again. “How do you feel now? Still nauseous?..” he pauses. “Wait- where’s your towel Yoonie?” He asks sweetly as the latter begins to shiver.

Yoongi shudders, goosebumps raising all down his bare arms and legs, ”I forgot to grab one,” he pouts, leaning into Namjoon and shrugging, ”Not nauseous anymore. Just feel empty. I could probably eat something actually.”

“Okay, let me grab you a towel and then we’ll get something you can hopefully stomach,” Namjoon places a chaste kiss on his cheek before scurrying off to grab a towel and gingerly wrapping it around his husband, ”Come on, easy steps.”

Nodding, Yoongi lets Namjoon help him to his feet, angling so he can rest against Namjoon’s chest, ”The tub probably needs to be cleaned,” he whispers, cheeks heating with embarrassment, ”I wasn’t fast enough to get out.”

“I can scrub that, don’t worry” Namjoon mumbles as his heart clenches for his pregnant husband for having to go through this and he settles him on the bed. Side stepping to the wardrobe and grabbing a warm hoodie that fit nicely over his growing swell and some furry pyjama bottoms.

”Okay,” Yoongi agrees, sinking down against the mattress and chewing on his bottom lip. He watches Namjoon putter around their room, collecting a change of clothes and sighs, ”How was work?” he asks softly.

“The usual” Namjoon shrugs and apologises sheepishly when he helps his husband up, slipping the hoodie onto him, he makes sure to give his bump a tentative rub before changing him into bottoms.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, letting Namjoon manhandle him into his clothes. His eyes are still puffy from all the tears and he blinks tiredly, ”C’n we have late supper tonight?” he asks, ”I don’t feel like cooking.”

“I’ll..get take out?” Namjoon trails off with his suggestion, they’ve been so cautious with the pregnancy it wouldn’t be of harm if they slip a little since Yoongi is (pretty) upset.

”Okay,” Yoongi agrees easily, rolling onto his side and reaching for his body pillow. He shifts around a little in an attempt to get comfortable and then stares up at Namjoon expectantly.

Namjoon cocks his head to the side to his husband, he walks over and obliviously scruffs and pats the pillow so he’s more comfortable. “There”

Yoongi huffs and continues to stare, lip jutting out in a pout. Finally he sighs, ”Are you just gonna stand there?” he grumbles when Namjoon doesn’t seem to be catching on.

Namjoon blinks, a bit taken aback. “Was I meant to do something..?” He asks with a hint of uncertainty “is there something you needed? Are you uncomfortable?” He pouts.

Yoongi groans and makes a show of shuffling back to make more room on the bed. He reaches over to pat Namjoon’s spot and looks up at him, ”I’ve been alone all day, Joon-ah. Maternity leave is so boring.”

Namjoon gapes a little before nodding in understanding, looking down with a shy grin as his dimples peer out and he climbs onto the bed. He draws his husband into a hug, arms wrapped firmly around him as he pulls a leg up with one spread down while kissing his forehead.

Instantly, Yoongi feels more at ease. His eyes slip shut and he snuggles in against Namjoon, ”Can order on my phone,” he mumbles, ”I want japchae.”

Namjoon hums and hands him his phone without another question, sneaking a hand under Yoongi’s hoodie and wordlessly rubs around the curve of his bump.

Yoongi yawns and starts tapping away, ”Bulgogi?” he asks, already adding it to the order.

“Anything you and our munchkin want, baby,” Namjoon says shortly, leaning down to pepper a kiss to his stomach that he’s fond of.. a normal amount.

Yoongi’s mouth quirks up into a smile and he flicks Namjoon’s shoulder to get his attention, ”For you,” he corrects, ”Do you want bulgogi?”

“Yeah that’ll do” Namjoon pouts as he rubs his shoulder before huffing and returning to entertaining himself with his baby.

”Kay... It says it should be here in, like, forty minutes,” Yoongi offers, dropping his phone on the bed. He looks down at where Namjoon is affectionately stroking his belly and takes his hand, moving it over slightly to where he can feel the baby kicking.

“I know I know” Namjoon kisses it tenderly and gives it a soft tap. “You got icky and now you’re hungry huh? It’s okay, food is coming” he rambles cutely to the belly.

Yoongi grins and presses his forehead against Namjoon’s chest, ”Keep talking,” he murmurs, ”the baby wants to know if there’s any gossip they need to be caught up on at the office.”

“Someone tripped over and spilled coffee on their work,” Namjoon pauses and tilts his head so he’s pressed his ear to the bump. “I know right? how clumsy” he chuckles awkwardly.

”It was you,” Yoongi says, ”You tripped and spilled coffee on all your shit. Please tell me we don’t have to replace another computer.”

Namjoon clears his throat, his attention driven only to his husband’s bump and not his amused expression. “No of course not, it was paper..” he waits. “Yeah I’ll tell them to be careful next time”

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head, reaching up to run his fingers through his husband's hair, dragging his nails gently over his scalp, ”You’re such a clutz,” he murmurs, ”What about Changkyun and Hyunwoo? Have they finally stopped being awkward and kissed yet?”

“Not even close” Namjoon tuts and shifts down so he rests his head on Yoongi’s bump, making sure to be gentle as he turns to face him and continues to chat about his day till the bell rings. “There’s the food”

”Oh, good,” Yoongi huffs, moving to let Namjoon up, ”I’m starving.”

”Can you bring me a glass of water too, please?” he calls after him as he disappears down the hall. His throat is dry and his mouth still tastes gross after throwing up earlier.

Namjoon reappears into the room, stepping out of his slippers with a plastic bag full of the hot food, he places the glass of water he’d made sure to bring. “There you go”

Opening the bag, he digs into it carefully and hands Yoongi his box after opening it, taking the chopsticks and snapping them open- almost poking his eyes out but that’s okay- for him.

The water is cool and refreshing and Yoongi gulps down nearly half the glass before setting it aside and picking up his dinner. It’s a little more greasy than he tends to like it, but it tastes delicious and he digs in happily, ”Mmm, how’s yours?” he asks, glancing over at Namjoon.

Namjoon nods constantly, submerged in eating as twirls the noodles around and strings them before slurping it into his mouth and letting out noises of excitement.

Yoongi huffs out a fond laugh and settles back against his husband’s side. He gets about halfway through his meal before he starts to slow down, the grease catching up with him.

It has him feeling full well before he normally would, but he knows if he puts his food away now, he’ll just be hungry again in a few minutes. Instead, he takes a few sips of water and continues eating at a much slower pace.

“You alright there babe?” Namjoon asks, watching Yoongi’s movements slag behind him considerably as time ticks by.

Yoongi forces down another mouthful of noodles, pausing to breathe for a moment afterward and take a sip of water before he turns to Namjoon, ”Um,” he glances down at the rest of the japchae. It isn’t very much at this point, but the thought of another bite makes him cringe, ”I think I’m done,” he says, muffling a queasy burp with his fist.

Namjoon nods “I’ll take that and go put it in the fridge for whenever you wanna finish” he takes the container off of him and climbs out of bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before making his way to the kitchen.

Yoongi hums, starting to regret the decision to keep eating. His stomach burbles softly and he shifts, struggling to find a more comfortable position. He sighs and smooths a hand over the swell of his stomach. At least he can rub it without drawing too much attention.

Namjoon returns a couple minutes later, taking huge steps onto the bed with his long legs and sitting next to his husband again. He grabs his laptop and opens it, looking over and deciding to prop the older’s head on his shoulder before turning back to the screen. “Get some rest babe, you’ve had a long day” he mumbles considerately.

Yoongi nods minutely against Namjoon’s shoulder and does his best to relax. He knows he’ll probably feel better once he’s slept, but nothing he does makes him even remotely comfortable. It’s like he can feel everything squelching around in his stomach, refusing to digest.

Eventually, he stops trying to sleep and settles on watching the laptop screen, following along with what Namjoon is doing.

“Is the baby bothering you? Are they kicking too much again?” Namjoon asks when he feels his husband shift around for the umpteenth time, almost sensing the discomfort and tense aura that was around him. He throws his hand back to give the said tummy a rub.

Yoongi grunts and reaches for Namjoon’s hand, stopping him from rubbing his belly. He shakes his head and sits up, pressing the heel of his palm to his chest, breath coming in distressed little sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon turns his attention to his husband who seemed to be ailing and having a hard time, upon instinct he brushes his bangs to the side and watches him pale. “Not feeling good?”

Yoongi shakes his head again, ”I think I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, shifting closer to the edge of the bed, ”The japchae...” he swallows roughly and gets to his feet, waddling toward the bathroom.

Namjoon frowns and jumps up, hot on Yoongi’s tale as he slinks into the bathroom and steadies him. “Hold on, I got it” he mumbles and lifts the seat up for the toilet and starts patting his back dutifully.

”Fuck, this isn’t supposed to be happening anymore,” Yoongi whines, hovering miserably over the bowl.

“I don’t know babe,” Namjoon sighs, playing with the locks of his hair. “Pregnancy is rather unpredictable” he says, not sure if his intelligence provides comfort but the back rub and kiss to his cheek would suffice.

Yoongi just huffs, gripping tighter to the porcelain to brace himself. The ache in his back that had started to fade when he was laying down is painful again, muscles straining under the weight of his stomach.

“Do you want to sit down? That doesn’t look comfortable” Namjoon pouts and inspects his husband worriedly with a hand kept on his back. “I can always grab you a bucket”

Yoongi groans and shrugs his shoulders, gagging unproductively. His breath comes in heavy puffs and he hangs his head. Coppery saliva drips down into the bowl and he retches, only managing to bring up a small mouthful.

Namjoon sighs, winding his husband into his tall figure and rubbing the side of his bump. “Let it out Yoonie, let it out” he encourages in his solemn voice.

Yoongi heaves, stomach clenching painfully and vomit spills from his lips. It splashes loudly into the toilet water and some of it splatters the seat. He sucks in a quick breath before bringing up another big gush of puke.

“That japchae really wasn’t worth it huh?” Namjoon murmurs under his breath as he leans forward to lift the seat up for more ease, returning to rub Yoongi’s belly and kissing his cheek.

Yoongi shakes his head, heaving again. His belly churns horribly and there’s an acidic feeling lingering in his chest. He feels awful. He would’ve been far better off with something light. At least that way he wouldn’t be trying to choke up noodles that get stuck in his throat.

“You’re doing so good Yoonie” Namjoon praises softly, loosening his hold and shifting back to start rubbing the length of his back again with a few pressured pats too.

The retching goes on for what feels like ages. His stomach doesn’t settle even after he’s emptied himself out. By the time it finally stops, he’s left panting, throat wrecked, eyes watering, ”Joon?” he rasps, reaching for him blindly.

“Mhm” Namjoon answers quickly, grasping his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’m still here baby,” he mumbles, kissing the top of his head and flushing the mess away. “Any more? Or back to bed?”

”I think I’m done,” Yoongi says tentatively, resting a hand on the curve of his belly and doing his best to suppress a shiver. He grips tightly to Namjoon and looks away when he flushes the toilet, unable to watch without feeling like he might puke once again, ”Gotta brush my teeth,” mumbles, scooting back a little.

“Okay” The younger breathes out a sigh and grabs Yoongi’s toothbrush, squirting the toothpaste on and handing it to him as he leans back into the counter and patiently waits.

Yoongi manages to brush all but his back molars without feeling like he’s going to gag. He rinses his mouth out when he’s finished and follows Namjoon back to their bedroom, climbing under the covers, ”Can you...?” he nods behind him at the pillow that’s supposed to prevent him from rolling onto his back.

“Be the big spoon?” Namjoon teases with a slight smirk, climbing in regardless and scooping the man into a cuddle. His arms wrap around his chest and he kisses the back of his head. “Better?”

”Mm, yeah,” Yoongi says, too tired to think of something smart to say. He settles in against Namjoon’s chest with a content sigh, ”I need to do something, Joon,” he murmurs, ”I can’t just keep hanging out here all day.”

“I could get a couple weeks off, take advantage of that husband’s maternity leave-” Namjoon huffs out a deep sigh and winds his arm around his partner in a snuggle. “-for cuddles and to support you till our munchkin is born”

Yoongi shakes his head, ”Not yet. I’m gonna need you after the baby is born. I just... I need to get out of here,” he insists, ”I feel like I’m going crazy just sitting around all day.”

“How about a walk in the park later?” Namjoon suggests, smoothing his hand on his husband’s bump and yawns slightly. “After a nap of course”

all works are emeto unless specified otherwise. again, this is NOT a kink blog, and no nsfw requests will be accepted.

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ao3 links:

➢ namjoon

coming soon!

➢ seokjin

coming soon!

➢ yoongi

coming soon!

➢ hoseok 

↬hoseok ft. yoongi: permission granted. 

summary: hoseok agrees to going on a cruise with yoongi as their fifth anniversary trip, which ends up being the best worst decision of his life.

➢ jimin

coming soon!

➢ taehyung

↬taehyung ft. bangtan: panda express? more like pandaOOPSpress

summary: greasy, over-processed food isn’t good for a stomach flu. taehyung learns the hard way.

➢ jeongguk 

↬jeongguk ft. bangtan: what happens when you don’t listen to your hyungs (but they love you too much to be mad at you)

summary: jeongguk’s usual competitiveness during games simmers down when the samgyeopsal (that the hyungs warned him not to eat) starts talking.

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drabbles:

↬jikook: walnut mishaps

headcanons:

     A/N: Okay, so I wrote this and then realized the request said scat (I think that’s what ‘start’ is supposed to mean, lmao) after I finished it…but I do have another request for JK with emeto and scat, so I figured I’d post this with this ask anyway. Sorry again :   4A: Food poisoning, spoiled food   5A: Stomach illness

       Namjoon’s a slick caretaker.

    Really, he is. The best caretaker in all the land who manages to give Jungkook food poisoning just as he’s recovering from a stomach virus. He’s just stopped vomiting and now he’s vomiting again, violently, and Namjoon’s at a loss.

    The others were forced to go out of the apartment and work, both to save themselves from all catching whatever Jungkook had and also to, well, get necessary work done. None of them wanted to leave their sick maknae, of course; Namjoon volunteered to stay back because he could do anything he needed to from his phone at home.

    Namjoon had encouraged Jungkook to finish a bowl of soup, the first meal aside from water and Pedialyte he’d had in a few days. He could barely keep liquids down–being able to eat something was kind of a big deal. Thirty minutes later, Jungkook was saying his stomach was hurting a lot all over again–Namjoon chalked that up to the fact that he hadn’t had anything to eat in a long while and his stomach wasn’t used to food yet.

    And now, an hour later, Namjoon’s sitting beside Jungkook as he vomits copiously, seeming as sick as he was at the peak of the virus he had just been overcoming. Namjoon realized that he may have done something wrong in preparing the soup when Jungkook puked it back up into the bowl Namjoon gave it to him in–they had to move to the bathroom because Jungkook still felt really sick even after that.

    Namjoon can’t help but apologize over and over again, though Jungkook can’t hear him over all of his retching. He’d go get water for the younger boy, but as ridiculous as it is, he’s scared he’ll find a way to poison water too, just by looking at it at this point. How the hell did he manage to food poison the maknae? And how the hell is he going to explain this to the others?

    He can’t be worrying about that now with a sick Jungkook on his hands, though. He rubs soothing circles into the maknae’s back as he heaves, chewing on his lower lip. Jungkook’s not bringing too much up anymore, but he’s still wracked with relentless heaves or belching sickly into the porcelain; Namjoon has to keep an arm around his chest to keep him from falling into the water. Jungkook’s barely half-conscious when his body gives him a break, gasping for breath.   

  “Done, Kook?” Namjoon asks, reaching up to flush the toilet either way. Jungkook nods and moans softly. Namjoon stands, reaching a hand out for Jungkook to take for a moment before deciding that making him walk might not be a good idea and choosing to let Jungkook put all his weight on him, putting the younger boy’s arm around his shoulders and helping him up slowly.

    Just as he’s settling down next to the sick boy, another bottle of Pedialyte on the bedside table and a bucket by the side of the bed, his phone goes off in his pocket. He glances at the name; Jin’s calling him. His blood runs cold as he answers the phone.

    “H-Hello?”   

“How is he?” Jin asks, getting straight to the point; he sounds like a worried parent.

    “He’s, ah…he’s fine,” Namjoon stumbles. He doesn’t sound even remotely convincing.

    “Are you sure about that?” Jin’s clearly picked up on the heavy uncertainty in his tone.

    “Yeah, I’m su–” Namjoon’s cut off by Jungkook moaning loudly enough to be caught by the speakers, sounding seriously ill.   

“I’m coming ho–”

    “No! No, no, don’t, he’s good–just tired, he’s just tired, you know him, haha.”

    “Namjoon-hyung poisoned meeeeee,” Jungkook whines, too feverish again to know what he’s doing, and Namjoon can feel Jin’s disappointment even over the phone.

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Sick: Jimin

Caretakers: Jungkook and Namjoon

Tw: emeto, vom*****, mentions of nausea, stomach pain

Word count: 1403

(Jimin catches a bug and has to rely on Jungkook and Namjoon to take care of him)

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A/N: Got a bit carried away with this one hehe, apologies for not posting much, things have been hectic. But I am working on posting the other requests soon! Thank you for being patient 😊😊

TW: Emeto

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me..I was fine this morning..” Yoongi babbles miserably, on his knees with a trash can in front of him as he sat in bed. Feeling overly nauseous.

“I don’t know either, sweetheart” A quiet voice comes from his boyfriend, Namjoon. Scooting over to gently pet his hair with a sigh. Yoongi was fidgeting in bed too much to be normal for the smaller man who loves to just be considered dead when he sleeps in his boyfriend’s arms, he’s without a doubt the little spoon of the two.

Yoongi pants as his stomach churns ominously, cheeks flushed and looking warm as his hair sticks up in different places— from being rudely interrupted at night with bilousines plaguing him.

He lurches forward, belching hollowly with hot and miserable pants. Namjoon’s lips curve in a surprised pout, keeping a firm yet gentle hand on his back. “Easy Yoonie, you’re okay. You’re okay my love” the younger soothes.

Yoongi whimpers pathetically, sounding like a kicked puppy as he hiccups again. His stomach bubbles and gurgles as the vomit stealthily creeps up his throat. Suddenly, his stomach clenches and his shoulders roll with a gag, thick and chunky liquid searing past his lips and clattering in to the plastic.

Namjoon frowns softly and winces. Brown eyes big in worry as he starts moving the still hand in big, soft, circles onto his back. “Ah- that wasn’t nice..” he blurts out innocently, pausing when he gets a feeble glare for that. He sighs, pressing his lips tenderly on the side of his head, “I’m sorry you feel so icky, love”

The older nods, somewhat acknowledging the comfort. His brows pinch in earnest as his head pounds, ears ringing while dizzily leaning into Namjoon’s chest with another poor whimper. He barely registers the sick whirlwind that his stomach still is, almost retching over his boyfriend’s black tee.

“Yoonie—” Namjoon’s relaxed eyes widen again by a significant margin. Impulsively he shoves the grey haired back over the trash can. “Just—” he chews on his lips, awkwardly patting his back. “Keep your head in the trashcan till you’re done”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, pitching forward with a deep heave. His lips part to suck in a quick breath before he retches again, a stream of hot puke guzzling out of him.

Namjoon coos, “there we go..” he murmurs while the latter is still doubling over and being sick, “there we go, you got it. You’re okay” he encourages, carding his long fingers swiftly through Yoongi’s soft hair.

Eventually his stomach fizzles down, tapering off to just rough dry heaves and coughs over the bin. Yoongi whimpers, an arm fastened around his middle as he flails back into Namjoon’s chest and buries his face deep into his neck. His previous arm now on the taller’s middle and squeezing him.

“You’re such a baby” Namjoon laughs while smoothing his hair again. “Like a ragdoll”

Yoongi stares at him, bottom lip jutting out in a huge pout. “Are you calling me a ragdoll because of how rough I look, appreciate it.” Namjoon shakes his head, stifling a giggle at the adorable sight.

“A ragdoll is kitten breed, a baby kitten like you” he giggles, reaching over to squish one of the pale cheeks when the pout grows.

“I’m not a baby kitten” Yoongi retorts, lying back on his chest and snuggling deep. His small frame curls up as he hugs Namjoon, face comfortably buried in the warmth on his neck, like a baby kitten.

Oof I couldn’t express just how much I love this so much. Everything about it is so endearing and pure, especially the second one oof. So I decided to do a little Drabble on it with namgi. I’ve been loving them a lot lately thanks to @queasynamgi ‘s fics, amazing!

Please send more of these!! Here you go~~

TW: Emeto

“Hang in there honey..” Namjoon murmurs to his ailing husband, scavenging for a bag in any compartments. He always had one, but skies weren’t in his favour today.

Yoongi swallows for the umpteenth time, his Adam’s apple bobbing furiously as he palms his mouth and tries not to be sick over his husband’s glossed seats. He lets out a really nauseous breath, panic filling his eyes. “Joon-”

“I know, I know sweetheart” the younger assures, more to himself than everyone else. Yoongi shakes his head frantically, his stomach bubbling and raging in its turmoil.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry, my driving is. I didn’t mean to make you sick, aish Namjoon what’s wrong with you? IQ of 148 my ass–”

Yoongi’s stomach squeezes tight. There’s an acidic splash in the back of his throat, and he’s gurgling out puke that seeps through the cracks of his pale fingers before neither could comprehend the situation.

It’s warm, horrible and putrid. Yoongi whimpers with a tight grimace, brows pinched in disgust. The smell overwhelms him a tad too much and within seconds his hand flies off, leaning over with a choked heave as vomit splatters between his feet.

Namjoon sighs, his shoulders slumping faintly and he scoots closer to the blonde. “M’sorry..Namjoon I-”

“It’s okay kitten, I’ll clean it up..” he murmurs softly, expression etched with worry and pity for his husband as he rubs circles into his back as Yoongi continues to bring up their precious dinner date. Constantly whispering sweet nothings into his ear like “You’re okay, oh baby..”

When Namjoon deems safe to, he pulls the older to his chest and kissing the crown of his head lovingly, promising to be better next time, or more prepared..

———

Namjoon doubles over miserably and eyes his husband, sweat beads forming on his forehead slowly.

“You know, I could always grab a trashcan if you need to be sick again, Joon” Yoongi reminds softly, sat next to the stubborn boy and carding his hair back.

“M’not.. gonna be sick” Namjoon replies, determined. He’s had enough of this stupid food poisoning, who would’ve known his attempts to cook for the pair (meat that was undercooked, clearly) ends in his stomach just wanting to slither out him for two days and counting.

He ties the slender arms around his abdomen, groaning in pain as cramps tore through his stomach. His stomach churning unhappily as he rocks slightly forward, coughing harshly.

Yoongi coos softly, patting between his shoulders with a gentle hand. The cough morphs into a sudden heave, leaving namjoon burping up a mouthful of sick onto his lap. Yoongi’s eyes comically widening.

“Shit..” he curses under his breath, noticing how his lover was ready to let out more and quickly cups a hand under his chin.

Namjoon sobs at the other’s grimace, his breath hitching as he hiccups and more vomit lands into the palm underneath him, trickling down to the sheets as he swallows.

The older takes initiative, using it to his advantage as he brings the bucket back onto the bed. Emptying his soiled hand first before guiding it to the younger, he pouts at the fat tears rolling down his cheeks and scarlet cheeks of embarrassment.

“Joonie, none of that” he shushes him quietly, kissing his hair sweetly. “B-but i t-threw up in your h-hand” he stammers, sobbing before a gag rips out of him.

“It’s fine love, really, it is” Yoongi assures him with his deep, comfort laced chords. He traces his hand to the back of his neck and massaging it with warm fingers. Because really, he wasn’t phased at all.

Sorry this took so long loves, enjoy this from both me and @moonjoonlanding ... such a star! enjoy~~ 🥺💜💜

Desc: Jungkook drinks two litres of golden and pretty beer happily, however the moment of bliss doesn’t last long, he caves to his leader hyung.

Pairing: NamKook.

TW: Emeto

it isn’t fun anymore, jungkook thinks as he struggles to lock the door behind himself. it had stopped being fun a while ago. now, his stomach is churning, full of too much alcohol and not enough food and everything feels distorted and spinny and bad.

he feels really, really bad. the about-to-throw-up kind of bad. and he feels guilty too. he feels guilty because when he’d gone out earlier, it had been with the promise that he’d be responsible, that he wouldn’t drink too much and that he’d be fine to dance tomorrow. at this point, jungkook’s pretty sure that dancing is not on the table for tomorrow. (although, it may have been tonight. he’s honestly not sure. things are a little hazy.)

his body jerks with the force of a hiccup and his belly rolls discontentedly in response. jungkook keens softly and shuffles forward, clumsily making his way through the dorm. he comes to a stop in front of namjoon’s door and knocks, leaning on the frame for support.

”hyung,” he slurs, ”don’t be mad at me,” jungkook fiddles with the doorknob, ”i didn’t… i don’t… hmm,” he cuts himself off with another hiccup and a quiet groan.

namjoon grumbles at the constant tweaking of his doorknob, it’s as if someone is grazing their nails against the surface of the sphere and it’s beginning to irk him. he decides that it’s one of the maknaes playing tricks on his sleep-deprived mind.

he yawns hugely, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes as he shuffles out of bed. sliding to his door, he opens it without much thought and a look of shock and confusion plasters his features, “kook?”

jungkook waits with his head tipped back against the wood, feeling miserable and swallowing increasingly bitter tasting saliva while muffling the occasional hiccup. it catches him off guard a bit when namjoon is suddenly there and the door just isn’t. he stumbles slightly and reaches for namjoon to steady himself.

”hyung,” he moans sadly.

namjoon frowns, gazing at the time. he holds onto jungkook’s shoulders firmly, letting out a sigh, “i’m not even gonna ask what you’ve been up to.” he holds him, his head ducks innocently against the taller man’s arm “it’s pretty obvious, kid.”

namjoon leads the whimsy boy into the bathroom, flicking on the light as he does so and holding him over the bowl (because kookie looks like he’s about to toss his cookies with a blow). “sit or stand? i want to make sure that you’re comfortable,” he mutters in his ear, so he’s heard.

jungkook just groans and sinks to the floor, ”dizzy,” he complains, ”i don’t like this.”

he stares at the water at the bottom of the bowl, feeling more and more tense as the seconds tick by. the only other times he’s been drunk, it’s been around the members and he’s never felt this horrible afterward. he had never drunk so much at once, though, and thinking about it, he feels his breath quicken in his throat.

”i didn’t mean to,” he blurts, feeling the sudden need to explain himself. ”hyung, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to. hyung told me to be careful and i didn’t listen and i don’t feel good and-” he sucks in a breath, ”i don’t like it!” he finishes, voice rising in pitch until he sounds a little hysterical. his fingers tremble where they try to grip the porcelain.

namjoon sighs, he crouches down next to the youngest and gives a few comforting pats in between his shoulder blades. “shh, relax, it’s okay. it’s okay, kook,” he soothes– or tries to since namjoon is very awkward in these aspects. he isn’t the designated vomit-dealing member either. he gnaws his lip. had jungkook not been so consumed in his panic, it’d better to call seokjin or yoongi, he thinks. “just focus on puking it all up for me, alright? so you can feel better afterwards,” he manages rather softly.

jungkook sniffles a little and holds his bloated tummy, feeling everything bubble sluggishly under his palm. his stomach squeezes then and he curls forward, letting his mouth fall open. saliva drips down into the bowl and he watches, too nauseous to feel overly grossed out.

his stomach clenches again and jungkook’s shoulders roll forward with a heave. he manages to hold it back for a moment, but another gag has his cheeks puffing out as his mouth fills with sick. jungkook swallows rapidly, bringing a hand to his lips, but it’s too late.

the taste of the vomit has him retching hard and a wave of entirely liquid gushes out of him. most of it misses the toilet, coating his hand and splashing over the seat and lid and onto the tile floor. he gasps when it ends, only to burp up another huge wave.

“how much did you even drink, jungkook?!” namjoon bites down a yelp, he’s stunned by the copious amounts of sick being brought up. jungkook merely answers with a gurgle and another awful heave. “uh okay, i’m sorry, don’t answer that, just… just keep doing it till you’re okay, bunny,” he rambles a bit, massaging in between the maknae’s shoulders and resorting to lightly pounding on his back.

he takes a wad of tissue paper and wipes down jungkook’s hand from the warm mess. grabbing hold of it, he squeezes tightly, “breathe, kook-ah, breathe, you’re okay,” he coaxes. his trousers are probably soiled from the puke below him, but the leader couldn’t care less.

jungkook tries to follow namjoon’s instructions, but his belly has other ideas and as soon as he takes a breath, he finds himself choking on more puke. his coughs echo in the bowl and he clutches desperately at namjoon’s hand as vomit continues to pour out of him.

finally, his stomach settles enough for him to clear his throat without gagging immediately after. jungkook winces at the sting of it and swallows. he eases himself to sit back on his heels and uses his free hand to wipe his watering eyes.

”hyung,” he mumbles, voice gravelly and thick, on the verge of actual tears.

namjoon gives an indistinct hum, flushing the contents down, “i’m right here, kook. what do you need?” he wraps his arms around the younger’s chest, giving it soft rubs.

jungkook slumps into him, ”everything’s still spinning,” he cries, ”wan’ it to stop.” he screws his eyes shut and turns to rest his forehead against namjoon’s neck, seeking something solid, ”my stomach still feels sick,” he adds.

“i bet you it does, kookie. that was so much alcohol, sweetheart,” namjoon murmurs while skimming his hands through the boy’s locks. he physically feels his heart melt and pour out of his skin at the pitiful whimpers that escape his lips.

jungkook shrugs and stays pressed against his hyung’s chest for a while, enjoying the warm feeling of security it brings, being close to someone he admires so deeply. eventually, his muscles start to relax and he droops tiredly. ”’m never drinking again,” he yawns.

“no, doesn’t look like i’m letting you drink any time soon, bunny,” namjoon chuckles lowly, knowing that statement from him would be very short-lived. “let’s get you to bed, yeah? it’s way comfier than the floor, i promise,” he uses all his strength to haul the vocalist off the floor, god! when did the maknae get so big?

jungkook flails and clutches onto namjoon, his head and stomach not appreciating the sudden change in elevation. ”hyungie,” he whines in mild protest, drawing out the last syllable with a pout on his lips.

“i know, kookie, i know.” namjoon doesn’t know. all he knows is the poor boy must feel terrible, it’s pretty evident from how his stomach rumbles under his fingers as he helps jungkook into bed.

soon joining him under the covers, he wraps his arms around the smaller boy. cuddling close, he looks so tiny, namjoon thinks. so tiny, yet so big, at times like this namjoon wants to be the knight in shining armour and shield his baby from everyone, even if it’s his own stomach.

jungkook’s tummy lets out another sickening gurgle and it makes the older grimace, slipping his hand under his tee and rubbing warm circles onto his bloated tummy. namjoon sighs once jungkook falls asleep, he lets sleep consume him too after kissing his head.

-

jungkook blinks slowly, head muddled, and at first, he’s not sure why he’s awake. it takes him several moments to register the strange wetness that has his shirt clinging to his chest and the stickiness on his chin and cheek. when he does, he moans in distress and pushes himself up on his elbows.

this turns out to be a mistake, his belly takes the movement as a personal offence and it’s all he can do to lean over the edge of the bed as puke spurts from his lips. ”hyung,” he croaks, hardly above a whisper, flinging his arm back to grope blindly for namjoon as another slurry of beer and the remnants of his last meal adds to the growing puddle on the floor and in the sheets.

namjoon stirs awake with the harsh tugs, it feels like someone is playing tug of war with the sheets. he frowns, propping himself up with his elbow and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. it is only when his mind is clear enough from the fog of sleep that he registers the situation. puke on the floor. puke on the sheets. a puking jungkook.

“bunny…” namjoon coos, slipping a hand under his sticky shirt and rubbing vertically on the bridge of his back. “you’re okay. it’s okay,” he comforts, voice raw from sleep.

jungkook shakes his head and retches again, only bringing up a small splash of sick. he clamps his mouth shut to muffle the sob that follows, feeling all kinds of humiliated and disgusting. his cheeks burn horribly and if he didn’t feel so awful, he’d probably make a break for the bathroom just so he could hide behind a locked door.

instead, he flops back in bed and brings his arms up to shield his face from view. he sinks his teeth into his lip to prevent another sob from escaping, but he can’t quite keep his shaking shoulders from giving him away. maybe namjoon will take mercy on him, though and pretend not to be witnessing the breakdown jungkook’s currently having in his bed at some god-awful time in the morning.

“you poor thing..” namjoon coos, carding his fingers through his hair. his voice deep and calm, comforting. he engulfs the younger man in his arms, hugging him closely to his chest as his shirt grows damp from his tears. “kook-ah, it’s okay! you’re okay!” he muses, rubbing his back. “did you know? the darker the liquor the worse the hangover? and beer is a light, golden pretty colour. so the chances of your head splitting open because your hung-as-fuck are pretty low,” he rambles on, dumbly with his intelligence, hoping to lighten his mood.

jungkook latches onto his hyung, tucking his forehead in against his collarbone. he feels overwhelmed and gross, but that doesn’t stop a little giggle from bursting out of him at namjoon’s words. he sniffles wetly afterward and lapses back into relative silence.

when the anxious buzz in his veins quietens, jungkook finds himself still wrapped in namjoon’s embrace, fingers curled against his back, gripping at his shirt. he leans away slightly and says, ”yeah, but… you should’ve seen how much i drank. i almost couldn't finish it,” a hint of pride laces his tone.

“and how much would that be, golden maknae?” namjoon asks, he’s a bit skeptical of the response. knowing how much the younger loves to spring above and beyond, even for the most childish of things.

”two litres,” jungkook declares, pitching his voice a little for dramatic effect.

namjoon nods, that seems pretty plausible judging by the amount that he physically regurgitated earlier and now twenty minutes prior. he shivers subtly at the memory, “pleasant.”

jungkook shrugs, a frown tugging at his lips and he slips a hand under his shirt to palm his stubbornly unsettled stomach. ”not really,” he admits, grimacing when the damp fabric comes into contact with his knuckles.

“I know kook, try sleeping it off, yeah?” namjoon choruses, he peels off the soiled shirt from the younger, it wasn’t of much use now. he pulls the covers over his shoulders and presses a subtle kiss to his head. once jungkook begins to doze off, he springs into action. he cleans up swiftly (also trying to manhandle the boy off the dirty sheets without disturbing him) and gets back into bed before the boy even has a chance to yearn for warmth.

jungkook sighs contentedly when he feels namjoon settle in next to him again. he burrows closer, leeching some of his hyung’s warmth. ”g’night,” he muffles, face hidden in namjoon’s chest. it doesn’t take long after that for drowsiness to seep into his bones and his mind to sink back into the realm of sleep.

-

”i’ll give you a detailed look at jungkook. jungkook has a mole on his ear. left ear,” yoongi murmurs from behind the mask on his chin, happily pouting

”that’s right,” jungkook agrees.

yoongi chuckles, ”you’ve become a bit round during the tour jungkookie,” a slight tilt of his head, pondering to himself.

”me?” jungkook asks, ”no. it’s because i drank a lot yesterday.”

he arches a brow, ”how much?”

jungkook fights back a grin and says, ”two litres. two.”

”two litres alcohol?” seokjin asks, coming up behind yoongi, looking appalled.

yoongi light-heartedly scoffs, bewildered, “how do you drink two litres? i don’t even drink two litres of water.”

”two litres of alcohol?” seokjin repeats, eyebrows raised, ”beer?”

”yes,” jungkook agrees smugly, conveniently leaving out the part where he’d spent the rest of the night throwing up.